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[mogget_cat]

Man, this place is a mess. What is needs is a little... decoration.

Like that coil of white fur that's been on the bar for the past few days, impossibly pristine against the dust and dirt and debris.

Suffice to say, Yrael is not helping with the clean-up. He's too busy sleeping.

(ooc: Mun is heading to lunch, but will return! Back! <333)

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[hadyougoing]

In between slowtimed visits to hang with her ex-boyfriend and his cartoon-loving eight-year-old niece, Ava has been helping. Cooking, cleaning, finding baby yetis in the refrigerator ...

Which is to say that when she slumps down on a barstool, she has looked more awake.



Is that cat alive or dead?

She should probably let the hounds have it if it's dead.

[mogget_cat]

It's certainly not moving. Not even breathing - but then again, not everybeing in the bar needs to breathe, right? And there's no scent of death or decay around this fuzzy, little kitty. Just the faint, acrid scent of ozone, the lingering taste of Free Magic.

[hadyougoing]

Ava, unfortunately, remembers that smell.

(Well, a lot of recent smells in her life have been unfortunate. But this one sticks out in her brain.)

"Are you alive?"

[mogget_cat]

An ear twitches, begrudgingly, and a very green eye opens just a bit.

"Who wants to know?"

[hadyougoing]

"Oh, good," Ava says tiredly.

"I don't think I have the mental space for corpse removal right now."

[mogget_cat]

"I certainly don't," says the sleepy not'cat, shifting into a more comfortable flop.

He sympathizes. Really.

[hadyougoing]

"Also you're a talking cat."

She wants coffee, is there coffee?

[mogget_cat]

"And you are a talking human. Well done."

There might be coffee. Somewhere. Under... the things that aren't coffee.

[hadyougoing]

"I'm a barely talking human."

Ava slumps down with her elbows on the Bar.

Poor Bar. Still comatose. Poor Ava because Bar is still comatose, meaning that if she wants coffee she has to get up and make it, or look cute at someone who already has made it.

"Anyway, sorry for interrupting your nap, have fun with that," she sighs.

[forgottenfeline]

Kyo has been padding around since the trauma. Every now and then he bounces into a girl's body, to remain a cat. It makes things sinpler for now, and he needs things to be simple.

When he spots the shining beacon of cleanness that is Yrael, well, he can't help but smudge it up a bit.

By pouncing on the white not!cat with his dirty, dirty paws.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael doesn't flail. He just doesn't. Ignore what you see here, as the white cat's paws go every which way in flaily, panicky, sudden-awakening.

[forgottenfeline]

Kyo latches on to the scruff of Yrael's neck, shaking his head lightly. He's not biting hard enough to hurt, but he definitely wants to play. All the scary things of the past few days are making him hyper and clingy, now.

[mogget_cat]

"Hey," Yrael says, fighting back. And by fighting, he means batting Kyo playfully about the ears. "Hey, tough guy. You looking to start something?"

The words, though, can't hide Yrael's tone or look. Behind all this play fighting is a fierce gladness to see Kyo again.

[forgottenfeline]

Kyo lets go of Yrael's scruff long enough to reply. "I'm pretty sure I already did, fluffy." His tone is gleeful, as he moves in to get another mouthful of Yrael's neck.

[mogget_cat]

"Then I guess it's up to me to finish it!" he mock-challenges before tackling the ginger.

[forgottenfeline]

Kyo is flipped onto his back by Yrael's motion. Which means the kitty battle is on. He uses his back claws to dig at Yrael's tummy, hoping to get enough leverage to slide away from the attacking Bright Shiner.

(ooc: laptop battery death is imminent, will hopefully be able to reply from my tablet)

[mogget_cat]

Yrael tries to avoid the tummy-attacks, gnawing on Kyo's ear in retaliation. The side-effect is that Yrael is no longer pinning Kyo. Oops.

[ostro_goth]

He has all reason to be, seeing how much hard work he did during the apocalypse itself.-

Teja, taking a break from repairing all the weapons, pours himself a cup of well-watered red wine, and then cautiously strokes the white fur while he sips it.

Count, less cautious, goes and bumps his nose at it.

[mogget_cat]

There is a purr, perhaps, and a green eye opening slightly.

"World not ending again, is it?" says the sleepy Bright Shiner.

[ostro_goth]

"No," Teja says. "Go on sleeping, if you wish, my friend."

'I killed all the monsters!' Count declares, proudly.

[mogget_cat]

"You are well, at least?" His home is still in shambles, but it exists. He is content.

Yrael bumps his head against Count's jaw, purring. Well done, mighty warrior.

[ostro_goth]

"I am," Teja says. "As this place is: - shaken, but upright, and holding together."

[mogget_cat]

"Good," says the sleepy not'cat, pleased. "The bar and is people are healing. Little by little."

It was a grave injury, after all. Recovery is going to take time.

[ostro_goth]

"What was that being from your world you battled?" Teja asks.

[mogget_cat]

"Orannis," Yrael answers, now having no fear nor compulsion to keep from saying the name. "The last and greatest of the Nine Bright Shiners."